A Blind Moment of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash Deeply breathing the cool morning air Feeling the warmth of the sunshine Embracing the morning so completely Bringing the spark of life to his face Listening to the sonnets of Warblers Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn… Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens Resting on the soft greenery tufts He leaned into the white purple blossoms Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms… The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight Brought him to his feet in easy chase Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter He tumbled down the slope laughing Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said “I only wish I could see it”…